382 The Embodiment of a Degenerate Scholar, Giving Up Halfway (2nd Update)

At this moment, Sussie Lopez was just preparing to boil some hot water because Finn Hale said he was thirsty.

She had just poured the opened mineral water into the kettle when she heard a rustling sound behind her. Turning her head, she saw Finn Hale sitting up on the bed with both hands propped up.

His face was flushed with the stain of alcohol, reaching out to tug at his tie...

Probably because he had drunk too much, he couldn't get it untied no matter how he tried.

It seemed to only get tighter the more he pulled it.

He was frowning, visibly irritated, and suddenly he pulled his shirt forcefully, the buttons popped off, leaving it half-open, while that dark blue tie was still hanging around his neck...

Exposing a small patch of white muscle, clearly defined.

Finn Hale steadied himself on the bed frame to stand up, but his body swayed. After just two steps, he wavered as if about to fall.

"Careful." Sussie rushed forward to help steady him.